Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1887-08-13

have dtned upon the tongues 0f nightingsles,
the brains q psecocks. the;hesas o. Psrroes.
petite msy have crsved, his mosbid ianclss
invented and his untold wealth procured !;
bot u ~ doubtful whether no ever partook Of
theeo ptOdigal cOnCOCt100s witn DALI sho
relish . did We hungry boys OF ne dsiiclous
cool, sweet mills, snd toothsome pies and
cakca, To ibe mtaio Of the babbltng brook,
buaxing insects and whispering trees
Hut wish I had times spece end talent 70
describe 70 you our delightful rasnblings over
thess grand hiliA There ere scercely more
Wild Snd romantic sososs imaginable than
thoss through which wo poseed. Nature Ia
her most mel jssttc beeuty ana grandeur hero
reigns supreme Diana might have found
ssqusstsred iountc amid these matted forest
shsdes whittier she could retire with her
uymphs free from tho iuti uslone OF Acteon.
The philosophical Jaquos could have derived
ample subjects for woodland moditatiOns
among these 10 mantle solitudes, where there
are unhseded besutie: enough 70 MI inc note. o.
In wanderings through such scenes ~ these
that the mind drinks deep draughts Of in
spiring love for the beautiful In nature.
The imagination grows SOFT ana delicate,
exquisite images and fancios run riot through
the brain, and We rev0l In mute luxury Of
snrsptured thought
II wa In some such mood "a this that, ~ We
stretched ourselves upon mosey Oed Del Q an
= vide spreading oak, aiter our descent from
these scenss. I gave myself iuliy s;.., up 70 2
images and vague isnctes coursed In quick
succession through my Imagination could
never Begin TO describo. My meditations
were soon interrupted, however, BY torrents
OF melody poured forth from On aaJscenis
lay, dreamingIy gazing up into the green
canopy Of leafy bOughs above, with my ear
filled with his music, I called 70 mind
Shak espeare's exquisite little song In A.
You Like Ir':
"Under the greenwood tree
who loves to lie with me
Unto the .weet birds note,
Come hither, come hither. come hither,
Here shall We see
But winter randr and Tough weather"
How much would like to tell you more OF
the good and beautiful things We saw and OK.
perienced that day! But space forbids st
present. l cannot even properly introduce
you, - was my intention, 70 the little four.
yesr-old maid, who, with her mamma, came
"ovsr to grandmas" during the course Of
tho afternoon, ana who with her beautiful
childish taco made such an impression on
my fancy. Pretty little Msy-whst vision
OF lOv6lineas she In, with her bright, brown
eyes, rosy cheeks and laughing, dimpled
baby face! What world Of pleasure there
In In listening to her innocent childish prsttie
~ she darts hither and tni.her In her pretty,
mirthfui gambols Wherever she goes, like
. ray OF golden sunshine, she glsddens the
hearts Of those around her. God grant that
her voyage down the stream OF life may ex.
perence little change from the peaceful,
serenity Ct these pure and joyous chiidhood's
hslcyon dsyA
Perhaps another time will tell you some
thing, too, OF the ''golden treasures" said to
have been buried among these hills by that
notorious brigsnd, Joe Hare, who had his
retreat hero when he robbed the old time
stage coaches There arc many ghostly
yarns told by the good people around Chest.
nut Hill In connection with these buried
treasures which almost make ones hair
stand ON end to hear. Perhaps sometime
will spin you one OF thesa yarns, but for the
present have said enough.
In conclusion, only wish to say that, -
We drove homo that evening in the siivery
moonlight, resolved that u long - could
lind such delightfully."- picturesque and 70.
mantle ocenes In Lancas'er county - those
l aaw that day, would never envy those
who BY means OF their wealth, can travel To
tho ends Of the earth In search OF the rare
and beautiful in nature
JERRY CRuNCHER.